Broken Self

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A poem that I wrote about my friend, who was ill for a long time.

Submitted: December 07, 2011

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Submitted: December 07, 2011



I am broken

The pieces of my mind fall to the floor with an almighty smash.

I drop to my knees, trying to grab them back. 5 second rule.


They are lost to me.

Occasionally I feel as if they have returned

Only to find myself without them again. Falling down, down.


A smile

A laugh here and there. I may appear fine but the pain washes over me.

A tidal wave, come to claim me as I stretch for the surface.


Bubbly, happy enthusiastic.

Sometimes cracks appear in my facade like a crackling glaze on an antique vase.

So I cover them up. Add another layer. I don’t want people to know.


I want people to know.

I want the pieces of my mind back. I want to be fixed. I want to be whole again.

But I can’t bring myself to tell anyone. So I will continue applying the glaze. When the cracks begin to show.

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